Balls-Out Part 2 by Natty Soltesz
So then we were all about licking each other's asses. My roommate said it was like we were practicing eating pussy -- which made us laugh, but it was also kind of true. So we started calling it "practice." He would text me in class: "Hey man, want to get some practice in today?" And I'd instantly get hard.
We were still licking each other's balls, but we never went near each other's cocks. We would stroke our own while we enjoyed each other's tongues on our balls and assholes, but touching each other's dicks - let alone licking them - was this unspoken boundary that we didn't cross.
One day we were getting ready to head out to class and he was talking about how he was going to shave his balls that night, and he was like, "I wonder what it would feel like to shave our assholes?"
"I think it would feel even more sensitive," I said, my cock rising in my underwear. Our asses were both pretty hairy in the same way -- it wasn't a forest down there, just a nice brush of hair that went down our cracks and around our holes. I never minded licking around it when I ate him out, but the idea of it being smooth had definitely occurred to me.
"Seems like it would be hard to shave, though," he said. He had his underwear on but he reached his hand into them to feel his hole.
"We could shave each other," I said. I was fully hard now. He was chubbing up, too.
"Fuck yeah," he said. "Let's do it." All that day we texted about it. He bought some shaving cream that was supposed to be extra delicate, or something. By the time I was heading back to the dorm I'd leaked so much precum I had a wet spot on the front of my pants.
We laid a towel on the floor and he plugged in his clippers and filled a bowl with water. "Want to do me first?" he said.
"Sure," I said, and he got naked while I kept my shorts on. He was totally hard and he sort of tried to hide it from me, like he was embarrassed to be so turned on. He got on his hands and knees and presented his hairy hole to me. I started with the clippers and cleared as much away as I could. Then Iathered him up with shaving cream and started working the razor around his crack and hole. It was kind of labor-intensive but both of us were half- hard the whole time. When I finished and cleaned him off I couldn't resist -- his asshole looked so fucking smooth and hot.
"I think I want to get some practice in, man," I said, laughing.
"Go for it, man. I want to know how it feels," he said. So I got my tongue right in there and started licking him. He moaned so load. "Fuck, it's like, so sensitive, feels amazing," he said, jacking while I ate his shaved asshole. It felt so cool to have no hair in the way, just smooth skin, and the slight taste of shaving cream made it seem extra clean.
So then it was my turn, and honestly, I was a bit nervous. But I assumed the position and he ran the clippers over me and then went in with the shaving cream, which gave me a hard-on but I ignored it cause I didn't want to move around too much. The closer he got with the razor to my hole the more intense it felt. And when he was done and cleaned me off he went right in with his tongue, and it did feel incredible, the extra sensation of not having any hair in the way.
A couple days later we were beating off together, laying back on our dorm room floor like we always did. We'd just licked each other's shaved assholes for a while and there was, like, extra horniness in the air.
"I can't get over how good it feels shaved," he said, lifting his legs up and exposing his smooth asshole to the air. He ran his hands over his ass cheeks. "I'm always sticking my hands in my underwear to feel it," he said, running his fingers over his smooth hole, which was still wet from my tongue. "You ever do this?" he said, and slipped the tip of his finger inside himself.
"No," I said. My heart was racing. This was a line we hadn't crossed before. But he was just going for it. He stuck his finger in deeper and let out a deep, satisfied moan.
"It feels fucking amazing," he said. "Dude, you gotta try it."
"Okay," I said, and lifted my legs.
"Get your finger wet first," he said, taking his finger out of his ass and sticking it in his mouth. I did the same, then brought the slick finger to my asshole. I slipped the tip inside.
"Fuck," I said.
"Right?" he said. "Slide it in deeper." We slid our fingers all the way inside ourselves at the same time, moaning. Then we just held them there.
"Goddamn," I said. "Feels so intense."
"I know," he said. "Try moving it and out." I did. My cock was so hard.
"Here," he said, getting up on his knees and scooting over to me. "Let me get it wetter for you." He licked around my hole while I fingered myself, getting my finger and my shaved hole super slick. He was bent over and his ass was within reach, so I felt for it. "Yeah," he said, when I touched my finger to his hole. I slid it inside of him. He was so hot and tight inside. "Oh fuck," he said, closing his eyes and letting me work my finger into him. "That feels fucking incredible. Holy shit. Let me do you, too."
I took my finger out of myself and let him slide his finger into me. It was the horniest thing, fingering each other. "Look how hard you are," he said.
"You are too," I said.
"Hold on, I want to try something," he said. He got on his back right next to me and reached for my asshole with his left hand, slipping his finger back into me. I did the same, and we used our free hands to jack off while we fingered each other's shaved assholes.
"This is insanely hot," he said, looking over at me. Our faces were right next to each other.
"I'm close," I said.
"Me too," he said.
It was something about his breath. It smelled so good. And I could feel the heat of it on my face, and the closeness of his lips.
"Cum with me," he said, and I don't know how it happened but the next thing I knew his lips were against mine. And then we were making out, I mean full on: mouths open, tongues writhing together as we pumped our fingers into each other faster and faster. My ass clenched around his finger as I lost my load, spraying hot cum all over our smooth bodies. He lost it a moment later, and I felt his ass tighten around my finger with each jet of cum that spewed out of his cock. We kissed frantically as we came, more cum than I thought possible drenching our young jock bodies as we finger-fucked each other's holes.
And then it was time to adjust to a new reality, an even gayer one than before. But, honestly, it was getting easier to adjust each time. I looked over at him. His thick, still-dripping cock laid against his stomach, softening, and he had a satisfied smile on his face. I smiled back at him. And I had this feeling that we both wanted to say something to each other, but didn't know how to say it. So I let the moment pass, and we got dressed.
"I have a date tonight," he said.
"Sweet," I said.
"But, you know, if I don't get any from her I can just come back here and have some fun with you."
"Exactly," I said. And then we went in to make out with each other again, and it wasn't weird at all.
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